Albine was seated on a patch of grass a few paces away from the wall. She sprang up as she caught sight of Serge.
'Ah! you have come!' she cried, trembling from head to foot.
'Yes,' he answered calmly, 'I have come.'
She flung herself upon his neck, but she did not kiss him. To her bare arms the beads of his neckband seemed very cold. She